The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement

hated my body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

legs felt weak, my breath ragged and I knew I

was too much and my mind was fogged by the need

taunts mingling with

one of them

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

boy stepped forward and ran

opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could stop myself but I

up and

false sympathy

anything to make this

Lyla? Do

it anymore, I pushed through them before he

could hear mocking laughter chasing me but

thought was to get away, to

collided with a solid wall of muscle

an apology on my lips but

was the

gaze locked onto mine with a mix

he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored

over the room as

their stares and a

eyes drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left hand

a Lycan leader, but not just

the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the werewolf

I realized the gravity

in my world, with

a reprimand or

for uncontrolled

disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the

intense, a deep amber

condemnation, his

reached out, pulling me up from the

voice sending shivers

my arm and my breath hitched again as I

but my body chose that moment to betray me

me, stronger than before and my

vision blurring as desire overwhelmed my

Lycan leader caught me, his

planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent –

flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity

Time seemed to slow.

background

flash of something raw and primal crossing his

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